My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1122

Disappointment sank into Kristopher’s gut like a stone. He exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping, and trailed the officer to the patrol car. Tomorrow, he thought. There was always tomorrow.

At the Morrison family’s sprawling estate…

Carrie barely stepped through the door before her family swarmed her. The IV needle was tugged free from her arm, and a cluster of family doctors hovered, their murmurs blending into a low hum.

“I am fine, really,” Carrie said, her voice soft but fraying at the edges. She cast a pleading glance at the ambulance doctor, silently begging for help.

The doctor caught her look and stepped forward, raising a hand to quiet the room. “We have completed all necessary checks. Ms. Campbell requires rest, nothing more.”

He handed a crisp examination report to the family’s physicians.

After scanning the document, one of the family doctors nodded. “Indeed, rest is all she needs.”

insistence, they guided Carrie toward her

bedroom, usually a haven of space,

scanned the room, his brow furrowing at the lack of provisions. “Carrie, are you hungry? Name anything—our chef can whip it

the house. I will ask the maid to fetch them. You can rest properly after taking

leaned forward, his voice earnest. “Carrie, just say the word, and I will get

Carrie’s heart, but exhaustion dulled her ability to respond.

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tone calm but firm. “Grandpa, let us not overwhelm her. Carrie’s clothes reek from that garbage truck. Someone should help her bathe, and we can

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but resolute. “I appreciate it, but I would rather sleep alone for now. I rest better

kitchen prepare porridge. Even if you do not feel

sigh escaped Carrie’s lips. “All right,” she conceded, her shoulders easing

maid. “Bring a variety of bath products—something to wash away that garbage truck